SEVERED TONGUE

Buckland was always regarded to, as a hub of activity. Almost every other person worked really hard, in order to make a living, well, that's when we neglect the thugs and criminals, who had decided from the onset that they were not going to do anything to help themselves. They always used the little powers they had, to try to forcefully collect all that another had worked so much for. It always pained me, to see people work so hard for their daily bread, and then have another person come from nowhere, and tries to reap where they'd not sown. These set of people lived by feeding off other people's sweat, and  it was one of them that I had myself, entangled so horribly with. Mason Smith, my nemesis. If I had my way, I'd definitely wipe them off the face of Buckland, because they did not deserve to live. Their actions never went down well with me, it always never did. Well, we still had good people in Buckland, and these set of good people were those who made up the most of my cus